spying on girlfriend

(I)
I've always had a strong fascination with voyeurism. Wherever I go, I always observe the terrain and
the location of houses to see if there's any opportunity to spy. I believe in
the adage, "Good opportunities must be discovered and created by oneself. "
Since moving to X neighborhood, I've been looking for places to spy, but I haven't found
anything . That damned designer put the bathroom in the middle of the house, with no windows, just a ventilation pipe
running from top to bottom, making it impossible for me to find any targets through binoculars. However, this has one advantage: many people don't
close the bathroom door because it's stuffy when closed, and the bathroom and bedroom doors face the security door.
Hehe , I have an opportunity.
Tonight, my girlfriend is working the night shift, and I can't suppress my restless heart any longer. I'm going to take action.
I'm already fed up with the high heels upstairs every day, and from what I've observed, the upstairs owner is a
pretty woman, which makes me even more eager.
After dark, I went barefoot, like a ghost, searching the hallway for doors that let in light.
This is my hope for tonight. I quickly arrived at the upstairs door. Since it was the same landlord, the room I rented
had the same layout: a single security door covered by welded sheet metal on the inside. The living room was a narrow,
long strip; if a peephole were made in the security door, everything inside would be clearly visible.
My roommate hadn't returned yet, giving me ample time to prepare. I pulled out the steel knife I'd prepared beforehand and gently pried open
the sheet metal. It flipped inwards slightly, creating a small gap—unnoticeable unless you looked closely.
(Anyone with voyeur experience knows that even a
tiny gap, if you peer through it and there's no obstruction, allows for a clear view of the entire house.)
Now all that remained was to wait. I returned to my room, changed into my dark robes, and waited like a hunter
for my prey.
In my anxious anticipation, I finally received the signal of high heels from upstairs. I opened the door and disappeared into the darkness
. Arriving at the beautiful woman's door, I saw a faint sliver of light shining through the crack I had just created.
I eagerly pressed my eyes against it.
The scene inside immediately excited me. The woman was taking off her skirt (the weather in the south is still
quite warm), probably around twenty-six or twenty-seven years old. She seemed to be enjoying the process, moving slowly.
I was happy to leisurely watch.
Wow, she was wearing such a sexy black bra! Her panties were the kind with cutouts, revealing
a lush patch of dark hair in her pubic area. She had a little bit of sagging on her lower abdomen, exactly my type; experienced horny
men know that this makes it feel much better to the touch.
She gently reached behind her back, and then my long-awaited breasts appeared before me—not large, but
very firm, with two glistening black nipples, making my blood boil. After putting away the bra, she
slowly took off her panties. Her pubic hair was incredibly thick, cleverly concealing the part of my dreams.
*Whoosh…* She turned on the water heater, water droplets spraying onto her beautiful body. Watching her gently
caress herself, I couldn't help but masturbate outside the door.
She bent down, her delicate hands slowly, slowly moving to her thick, dark forest, parting the dense pubic
hair, finally revealing her beautiful paradise to me. The area around her labia majora was also covered in pubic hair, a
dark reddish-black color, while her beautiful labia minora glowed with a pinkish hue, her clitoris slightly protruding—she seemed a little excited
.
Watching her hesitate, wanting to touch but seemingly afraid, I really wanted to help her. In the end, she restrained herself
, quickly finished her shower, and shrank her smooth body into a towel.
With a few water droplets still clinging to her skin, she went into the bedroom, surprisingly leaving the door open, and I continued to watch without any restraint
. Putting down the towel, the beauty chose a printed silk miniskirt (it felt like one, but I wasn't sure; I really
wanted to feel it with my hands) and put it on, along with a pair of light red lace panties.
I guess every woman, once she's in her own space, throws aside all pretense of ladylike behavior. I saw her lying
on the bed, legs spread wide. She turned on the TV, the volume very low.
I was wondering if she was masturbating when I saw her hand already on her genitals, gently
massaging with four fingers, her eyes glued to the TV. She probably hadn't really masturbated before, as she didn't seem interested,
while I stood outside anxiously.
After waiting for a while, the beautiful woman seemed engrossed in some TV program, completely forgetting to touch her
genitals . I waited for another while, still no progress. I stood hunched over for ages, finally feeling my back ache
and my legs throb.
I stretched, fantasizing about having sex with the beautiful woman in the room, ejaculating thick semen onto the security door with
two "plop" sounds. I quickly checked to see if I'd disturbed her; she listened for a moment, then continued watching
TV.
My desire seemed to subside a bit, so I quietly moved downstairs and returned to my room.
(II)
Ever since I discovered the perfect spot to peep through the upstairs door, I've been
waiting (when she's there, needless to say, it's someone else's turn to peep at me). Many
readers might ask, aren't you afraid of being discovered? Hehe, I have my own clever methods. Please see my analysis of some
key points about peeping.
Voyeurism is an extremely challenging activity because its location is not fixed and conditions are generally poor.
Therefore, one must possess excellent physical fitness and agility to reach any potential spying location without being
deterred (please exercise regularly and choose tiring modes of transportation, such as walking
or a self-propelled two-wheeled vehicle);
extremely high endurance to maintain a certain posture for an extended period in any location while waiting for the target
to appear ; ensure that you have emptied your bowels before acting (train hard in the sweltering summer and freezing winter to improve your endurance);
exceptional eyesight to clearly see any object within your field of vision, ensuring that good opportunities are not
missed due to poor eyesight (please protect your eyesight and take breaks after prolonged computer use);
and an extremely keen perception of the surrounding environment to quickly familiarize yourself with unfamiliar surroundings and discover potential
spying locations (cultivate your imagination).
Being adept at finding weak points in obstacles, one can use tools to chisel
out (sharp eyesight, able to quickly pinpoint key points);
of course, one should also be able to restore the original state almost perfectly to facilitate long-term peeping (able to clean up
any mess).
Peeping is an extremely exciting game. Therefore, anyone with heart disease, high blood pressure, or other sudden
illnesses should proceed with caution, preferably under the supervision of a professional. Psychological fortitude is also
indispensable; under no circumstances should one become overconfident, breathless, or trembling,
to avoid making any unpleasant noises.
Peeping is an extremely dangerous profession. To avoid being caught red-handed, disguise is
essential Clothing is crucial; shoes should have soft soles that make no sound when in contact with the ground, and in
crowded places, going barefoot is also an option; clothing must be tight-fitting to avoid snagging on
objects or making friction noises while moving; upon arrival at the location, one should skillfully use the environment to conceal oneself from detection.
Of course, if you walk the night too often, you're bound to encounter ghosts eventually. So, if you're discovered, you should have a good acting
talent to make others believe you're just passing by. Of course, you can run away as fast as you can; long legs and quick feet will give
you more chances of escape.
Having said all that, I think action is the best course of action. Let me describe the structure of MM's house in more detail. I feel
I didn't explain it very clearly last time. Since it's exactly the same as mine, I know it perfectly well. It's
a one-bedroom , one-living room house. The living room is about 2 meters wide and 6 meters long. The entrance is on the right side of the living room, and the bathroom
is also on the right. That is, the entrance and the bathroom door are opposite each other, only about 2 meters apart. The bedroom and bathroom are
separated by a wall, with the two entrances side by side. So, through the gap in the entrance, you can see the entire bathroom and
a third of . MM's bed is placed facing the door, and she likes to sleep on the side closest to the door
. When she lies down, her beautiful paradise seems to beckon to the door.
Sigh, MM came home too early tonight. When I arrived, she was already washed and dressed and lying in bed.
I won't be seeing the breathtaking scene of a beautiful woman emerging from her bath tonight. Luckily, MM was striking a seductive pose, her skirt
pointing towards the doorway—well, it wasn't really under her skirt anymore, since she'd already pulled it up to her waist, probably
for better ventilation. I really wish she wasn't wearing underwear; wouldn't that be even more breathable?
Flesh-colored panties! I love them, so tight, revealing a beautiful little cleavage in that place I so desperately
desire . It's just a pity that the TV program seems to be quite exciting tonight; MM clearly doesn't seem to be interested in touching herself
.
After a long wait, MM finally changed position, lying on her side with her legs together, making that wonderful place
even more prominent! Just as I was about to have a nosebleed and raise my gun in salute, suddenly the hallway light came on (
those who have lived in apartment buildings should know that these buildings don't have hallways, just staircases going up
and down, so people coming and going can escape unnoticed).
Damn, someone seems to be coming upstairs. I'd better run up! I'd already scouted the area;
the rooms above MM's are unsold and empty, and above that is the rooftop. I ran up, smoked a cigarette, and took a leak.
A gentle evening breeze blew. I looked around; many windows were open and lights were on, but unfortunately
, they were all living rooms. It's rare to see someone having sex or exposing themselves in a living room with the windows open and lights on. I
looked at the bedrooms with lights on, but without exception, they were all covered by curtains. I didn't bring binoculars; I'll
have to wait another time.
I figured the person had already gone inside. I slowly went downstairs,
glancing Same old pose. Oh well, I'll deal with it tomorrow night. Back in my room, I remembered discovering a few days ago that the bathroom
and the neighbor's ventilation duct were connected. I went to the bathroom, trying to find a suitable opening.
At one end of the bathroom, above the toilet, the landlord had nailed a
box installed an exhaust fan on it. The edges were covered with aluminum strips. I moved a stool over, stood
on it, and eagerly tried to find something.
Haha, the aluminum strips were glued on! A small case; I pried it open with a knife, pried
it off easily.
Damn! This landlord really went to great lengths; he even nailed each panel in half with a Phillips head nail! I
quickly found a Phillips head nail (luckily, I like to tinker and have a variety of tools on hand), and pried it off piece by piece. The nails would
n't come out, but thankfully, plastic panels are easy to break. I just made a small cut where the nails were and they came off
. But every pry made a "pop" sound; I don't know if the neighbors heard it. Whatever,
anyway was a young woman with a little boy; I'd never seen a man before, probably out of town.
After removing the first board, I finally saw what I wanted: the exhaust fan next door was nearby. I just
needed to remove two more boards. Through my efforts, I finally overcame all obstacles. The exhaust fan was a bit high, so
I moved a stool over.
I placed the large swivel chair underneath, secured the wheels with something, and then stacked the second stool (this is somewhat
dangerous, please imitate with caution). I climbed up, grabbed the wooden frame above, stuck my head through the wooden slots
, and then slowly lowered my body in. Luckily, I could just manage to get in. I tried looking into the exhaust
vent . Through the light coming in from the open bathroom door, I could see half of the bathroom space. I was just waiting for
the young woman to take a shower. I took a break.
I drank several sips of water and waited for over half an hour (during which time I went upstairs twice, but unfortunately, the woman was watching TV in roughly the same
position both times). Suddenly, "whoosh!" the exhaust fan next door started up, and then, through the exhaust fan, a beam of
bright light came through—the lights were on! Could it be…? Quickly, everyone get to your positions! I turned off all the lights in my room, plunging myself into
darkness . Using the light from next door, I climbed onto a chair and stuck my head near the exhaust fan; the airflow was a bit strong.
I could hear a child making noise outside, while a young woman inside said in an infinitely gentle voice, "Sweetie, be quiet for a moment, Mommy
will play with you after her shower." But I couldn't see her. Could she be showering where I couldn't see her?
I pressed my eyes as close to the exhaust fan as possible and finally saw a shoulder. Her clothes were already off; I could only see a white strap
on her shoulder .
After a while, the young woman turned on the water heater, and the water jet sprayed where I could see. Heh, I...
I didn't believe she wouldn't come over.
Finally, a completely naked body appeared before my eyes. Her hair wasn't long, her skin was fair and
felt very delicate, and her breasts were of medium size (I've never been clear about the classification of women's breasts; I often
see various numbers and letters used to describe breast size in articles by experts, but I've never been able to imagine
the size of breasts from them). She had probably breastfed a child; her breasts were slightly sagging, but it didn't detract from her beauty at all.
The young woman lowered her head under the water jet and began washing her hair. Because the water heater was installed on my side of the wall,
she had to be close to the opposite wall to place the showerhead against it, which allowed me to see her more
thoroughly .
As the young woman's hands moved, her breasts trembled incessantly. I really wanted to go over and pinch them! The water
flowed her body, and a stream gathered along her dark pubic hair, instantly making
my head spin with excitement, and my little brother throbbed painfully.
Suddenly, the young woman shouted, "Why did you open the door? Mom's taking a shower! Don't peek! Close
it!"
Heh, this little guy is getting such good sex education from such a young age; it'll definitely be beneficial for his future development.
The young woman then walked out of my sight, and I heard a sound; I guess she locked the door. A moment later, she
reappeared before my lecherous eyes. Rinsing the soap off her hair, she began to wash herself. Squeezing some shower gel onto
her body, the young woman began to caress her breasts.
She gently stroked her breasts from bottom to top a few times, then grabbed one breast in each hand and gently squeezed them outwards
a few times, then gently patted them from below. This reminded me of a scene
in Anita Mui taught some breast enhancement secrets. I really wanted to tell her, "Your breasts are already very alluring!"
After this, the young woman began to wash other parts of her body.
After cleaning the upper part, she started washing the most alluring part. Unfortunately, because the exhaust fan was installed
a bit high, I couldn't see the movement of that cloud of black mist unless she spread her legs and pushed herself up slightly. However,
the extremely obscene sound of the water splashing with the woman's hands was unbearable; I almost
masturbated, but considering we were working at a height, I decided to be careful.
Then I saw her bend over, spreading her legs even wider, probably trying to see. Unfortunately, I couldn't see
what , and I couldn't help but complain about the landlord's poor placement of the exhaust fan. Having stared at the fan
for so long, my eyes were stinging from the wind, and when I squeezed them shut, tears welled up. I figured the woman wouldn't do
anything too outrageous; I'd see next time.
I quickly put the boards back in their original order. Oh no, I hadn't thought much when I pried them open, and now
there was nothing back in! I quickly looked for nails, thankfully finding a few
one-inch screws I'd gotten from buying the computer desk last time. Nail the aluminum strip in place and screw it in with a screwdriver.
There was nowhere to hold the horizontal aluminum strip, so drill a hole and secure it with a screw.
Luckily weren't completely removed; use the horizontal aluminum strip to hold the loose end in place, and everything looked as if nothing had happened.
Looking closely, it was just an extra screw on the horizontal strip. After all that banging and clanging, the young
woman was completely unaware, even singing a little tune, which made me listen to her song and imagine her beautiful body while
masturbating.
Ah! Stop, I'm so tired! Take a shower and get some rest!
(III)
Finally, Saturday arrived, but my girlfriend has to go to work again, so annoying! After playing games all day and
strolling along the coastline, I was extremely exhausted and fell asleep without realizing it.
In my hazy state, I seemed to faintly hear a "tap tap" sound; I couldn't even get a good night's sleep! I opened my heavy
eyelids, wanting to pour myself a glass of water, but hey, why is it all dark? I jolted awake, fully conscious. It was evening!
Heh , time to get to work. Listening carefully, I realized the "tap tap" sound was coming from upstairs! But I figured
it was probably just like the other day, the usual routine of peeping.
I put on my tight shorts and short-sleeved shirt (I never wear clothes in bed), found
the key , and held it tightly in my hand, otherwise I might accidentally lock the door and be stuck. My girlfriend would be furious if she saw me dressed like this
…
I gently opened the door, then gently closed it again, and climbed upstairs barefoot. At the door, I habitually checked
my surroundings. Heh heh, the apartment next door was dark today; they probably hadn't come home yet, perfect for
a safe look.
I found the crack facing the bedroom and peeked inside. Hmm? A man on the bed? And
a blond one at that! No way, is there something even more exciting today?
Looking closer, I saw the girl I often peep at was underneath me! The blond guy had already stripped down to
his underwear , while the girl was still wearing a white t-shirt and jeans. She seemed reluctant (perhaps feigning reluctance to
provoke the man), but the blond guy didn't care and forcefully pulled up the girl's t-shirt,
quickly exposing her bra to both of us. Wow! Wearing a white t-shirt with a red bra
—this girl seems pretty sexy, I couldn't help but feel a little envious.
The blond guy didn't seem very skilled, frantically trying to pull the bra up, but didn't know how to unhook
the back clasp (that's how I always see girls unhook it, though it's
possible ). I was getting impatient; if it were me, the girl wouldn't be wearing any of that now. I really wanted to go in and give her some
pointers. Finally, I let him push the bra up a bit, squeezing her breasts out of shape, making her
already small breasts appear even flatter.
The blond guy, oblivious to everything else, pressed his lips against hers and started kissing her, making "smack, smack" sounds.
It felt like watching porn. We kissed for ages, but MM still didn't react.
After a while, MM struggled to sit up, and the blond guy stopped his clumsy movements, looking at
MM with a lewd grin. His mouth moved a few times, but we couldn't hear clearly because of the door. MM also moved her cute
little mouth a few times, then took off her jeans and t-shirt, and removed everything else that needed to be covered, revealing her
smooth, soft body. The blond guy, like me, was already ready to pounce, itching to rush up and devour her
. But MM didn't seem to care about the blond guy's physical changes, swaying her smooth, white, and alluring buttocks as she walked from the bedroom
to the bathroom.
It turns out this girl showers before doing anything. That's a good habit; I like a clean,
fragrant body after a shower.
She twitched her teeth, her breasts trembling as her hands shook. That blond guy is a fool.
I would never miss an opportunity for flirting in the bathroom; I'd arouse her desire right there. When
showering , I think men should have two choices: shower with her or let her shower first.
A bath together is a great option; you can enjoy the pleasure of flirting and making love while
also cleaning yourselves.
Of course, letting her shower first also makes sense. After showering, women usually need some
time for grooming or other things. During this time, you can take a good shower, without rushing, allowing her
to fully enjoy the sweet anticipation in bed, letting her desire build up little by little.
Getting back to the point, MM quickly washed her upper body, then bent down and meticulously
scrubbed private parts, preparing for the upcoming passionate encounter. I, of course
, took it all in without hesitation, thoroughly enjoying the process. I've always been particular about hygiene in this regard, and I believe that
showering before sex not only doesn't hinder arousal, but
the smoothness , the subtle fragrance mixed with the scent of shower gel, always amplifies desire.
After scrubbing for a while, MM finally confirmed that her beautiful parts were clean, so
she . She then rinsed every part of her body with the showerhead before turning off the water heater,
wrapping her body in a pink towel, and gently drying herself. Then she walked out of the bathroom and towards me. Ah! Run!
I heard a clang; it turned out they had simply pushed in the iron bolt inside. Actually,
one lock was enough for security, so why bother with this bolt? I floated back to the doorway to continue
observing . MM was back in the bedroom. The blond guy had taken off his only pair of shorts, and was holding up his barely grown
penis, gazing at MM with infinite anticipation. He jumped off the bed with a lewd grin, grabbing MM's towel and trying to pull it aside.
I couldn't help but feel sorry for MM, having encountered a complete novice when it came to sex. I shook my head.
Sigh, I'll just watch for now.
MM probably hadn't finished drying herself, and the blond guy continued his "work," rubbing the towel against MM's thighs
—it wasn't like he was actually drying her; it was just him indulging his own lust. I really wanted to go over and teach him. MM
should have been given a deep hug after coming out of the bathroom, followed by a sweet, passionate kiss.
When , gently drying her would have been far more arousing! MM casually put on a white,
one-piece mini-dress. Seriously? Is this it?
The blond guy didn't seem to care about MM's reaction, forcefully pulling her onto the bed. MM spread her arms,
seemingly uninterested. Sigh, I found it utterly boring. The blond guy had already lifted MM's mini-dress,
revealing a patch of dark, fertile grass before me. I felt I needed to adjust my mood and fully
utilize .
Clearly, MM's desire hadn't been aroused at all; there was no sign of lubrication in her private parts.
The blond guy impatiently grabbed his "gun" with one hand and started attacking her genitals haphazardly, thrusting several times, but not
finding the right spot. What bad luck today! Couldn't he be a little more professional? I kept seeing his two testicles rolling around on the grass.
Finally, he managed to get in a little bit, but unfortunately, because it was too dry, even though MM had just showered, her vagina
might not be lubricated. Actually, we should have taken it slow, waiting for the woman's vaginal lubrication to fully flow before gently washing the head of my penis
with it , then gradually pushing in, wetting it step by step, and then quickly
inserting it. The first thrust is incredibly pleasurable for her. Unfortunately! Unfortunately!
The blond guy thrust a dozen times, and with the increased vaginal lubrication, he finally entered her
. He braced himself on the bed, moved a few more times, raising her two fair legs,
fully exposing her private parts to us. He continued thrusting, but all I could see was his buttocks moving horizontally.
She seemed a little aroused, grabbing his shoulders with both hands, but it didn't last long. After about ten more thrusts,
he suddenly stopped. Seriously? So incompetent! He ruined a good woman!
After a while, he moved three or four more times, then stopped again, leaving me breathless. Then he
picked her up , sat her on his lap, and penetrated her even deeper. Watching her breasts
bounce against his shoulders through her white dress, I really wanted to squeeze them.
A moment later, he laid her down again, grabbed her legs, dragged her to the edge of the bed, and positioned her
sideways facing me. He stood under the bed, thrusting into her. With this much skill, he still had to play around
with positions ! My advice to every reader is that when you're having sex, don't be like him and focus too much on changing positions. You should let
your girlfriend reach orgasm, and after she's extremely excited, then change positions, pushing her to several
orgasms . And each time, the beginning shouldn't be the same; you should give her a new stimulation each time.
He didn't move much before pulling out his penis, masturbating with his hand while ejaculating his hot semen
onto her stomach. Hmm, ejaculating outside without a condom is still quite wise. MM
looked helpless, lying lazily on the bed, letting the grass, speckled with semen, be exposed to the light.
After finishing, the blond guy ran to the bathroom to wash up, then got dressed and said a few words to MM. I was
wondering why he was dressed so quickly when he walked towards the door I was peeping through.
I quickly turned 90 degrees, slowly walking upstairs,
pretending but my heart was pounding uncontrollably. The blond guy didn't seem to notice me and went downstairs. He
didn't do a very good job and left right after, sigh, what a waste! I couldn't help but feel sorry for MM.
Would MM do a self-touching game after he left? I grinned lewdly, my lustful eyes involuntarily peeking through the crack
, but I only saw MM silently wipe herself, put on her underwear, lie down on the bed, and watch
TV . No wonder she's not interested in sex. If this blond guy keeps messing with her like this, she'll become frigid sooner or later.
I secretly decided in my heart that I had to take action and save her from this predicament!

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